Tabula Rasa (WUK World Title RP#2)
Oct 21, 2024 16:05:04 GMT -5
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Post by bloodiedfox on Oct 21, 2024 16:05:04 GMT -5
So you forgive them? Just like that?
Yes, just like that.
Brendan looked at Fox from across the table, his incredulity impossible to miss.
Why?
I said why.
I know what you said, I just don’t follow the logic behind it. Because you’ve done bad things you won’t hold anyone else to account for bad things they’ve done?
Fox shook his head.
That isn’t what I said. I said I forgive Ryan and Seth for what they did to me. It’s not like I’m throwing out some blanket pardon. I’m not gonna act like Donzig’s not a cunt or pretend I’m sad Zoran’s gone. I just… I can’t keep holding on to hate and anger.
They can be pretty good motivators.
Maybe, but they’re exhausting. Besides, what has hate ever got me? An X*Crown reign built on outside interference? The loss of people I care about? I don’t want any part of that. The best things I’ve ever done were built on something pure. My Junior Heavyweight title run started out of a desire to prove I was one of the best wrestlers on the entire XHF Network, and it lasted as long as it did because I was determined to keep proving that. I didn’t hate anyone I fought, any more than I hate Lord Dominicus now. I want… no, I need to feel how I felt back when this all began; when it was about the love of wrestling and showing that I belonged here.
He stopped and looked to see how Brendan reacted to his words. After a few moments he sighed.
You think it’s stupid.
I don’t think it’s stupid; I think it’s unrealistic. You have emotions, same as everybody else. They’re going to get involved in your work, especially considering some of the people on this roster. It’s all well and good trying to keep everything about a noble competition of wrestling ability but sooner or later someone’s going to hammer your buttons, intentionally or otherwise. I don’t want you getting hurt because you handicapped yourself by holding yourself to a higher standard than anyone else.
I’m not. I can still beat the fuck out of someone without hating them. I don’t hate Dominicus but I’m still going to kick his arse and win the WUK World Heavyweight title.
Brendan raised his hands in faux-surrender.
Alright, alright, we’ll do it your way. Just so long as I don’t have to forgive them.
Fox chuckled.
We’re not inviting them to dinner, hon; I’m just not interested in getting into another war with them.
Just make sure Mr Blood knows that…
The O2 arena. Fox stands on the floor of one of the UK’s largest venues and looks around at the rows upon rows of seats that come October 28th will be filled with rowdy wrestling fans.
Hell of a view, isn’t it?
He can’t help but smile.
I’ve done a lot in a few short years in the XHF, but this feels like it might be the biggest moment I’m ever going to have: challenging for the world title of the biggest company on the Network in front of thousands of my countrymen and women. With that spotlight, that pressure, I can’t afford to fail.
So I won’t.
Lord Dominicus, you weren’t an easy win the last time we met, and it won’t be any different now. I know how much this title means to you. I know what you’ll do to keep it. But you have no idea how much winning it means to me, or what I’m willing to do to take it from you. I have not come as far as I have, suffered what I’ve suffered, to fail now.
He shrugs.
So I won’t.
Battle of Britain III. The Lord Dominicus era ends. The era of the Blood-Reborn begins.
Yes, just like that.
Brendan looked at Fox from across the table, his incredulity impossible to miss.
Why?
I said why.
I know what you said, I just don’t follow the logic behind it. Because you’ve done bad things you won’t hold anyone else to account for bad things they’ve done?
Fox shook his head.
That isn’t what I said. I said I forgive Ryan and Seth for what they did to me. It’s not like I’m throwing out some blanket pardon. I’m not gonna act like Donzig’s not a cunt or pretend I’m sad Zoran’s gone. I just… I can’t keep holding on to hate and anger.
They can be pretty good motivators.
Maybe, but they’re exhausting. Besides, what has hate ever got me? An X*Crown reign built on outside interference? The loss of people I care about? I don’t want any part of that. The best things I’ve ever done were built on something pure. My Junior Heavyweight title run started out of a desire to prove I was one of the best wrestlers on the entire XHF Network, and it lasted as long as it did because I was determined to keep proving that. I didn’t hate anyone I fought, any more than I hate Lord Dominicus now. I want… no, I need to feel how I felt back when this all began; when it was about the love of wrestling and showing that I belonged here.
He stopped and looked to see how Brendan reacted to his words. After a few moments he sighed.
You think it’s stupid.
I don’t think it’s stupid; I think it’s unrealistic. You have emotions, same as everybody else. They’re going to get involved in your work, especially considering some of the people on this roster. It’s all well and good trying to keep everything about a noble competition of wrestling ability but sooner or later someone’s going to hammer your buttons, intentionally or otherwise. I don’t want you getting hurt because you handicapped yourself by holding yourself to a higher standard than anyone else.
I’m not. I can still beat the fuck out of someone without hating them. I don’t hate Dominicus but I’m still going to kick his arse and win the WUK World Heavyweight title.
Brendan raised his hands in faux-surrender.
Alright, alright, we’ll do it your way. Just so long as I don’t have to forgive them.
Fox chuckled.
We’re not inviting them to dinner, hon; I’m just not interested in getting into another war with them.
Just make sure Mr Blood knows that…
The O2 arena. Fox stands on the floor of one of the UK’s largest venues and looks around at the rows upon rows of seats that come October 28th will be filled with rowdy wrestling fans.
Hell of a view, isn’t it?
He can’t help but smile.
I’ve done a lot in a few short years in the XHF, but this feels like it might be the biggest moment I’m ever going to have: challenging for the world title of the biggest company on the Network in front of thousands of my countrymen and women. With that spotlight, that pressure, I can’t afford to fail.
So I won’t.
Lord Dominicus, you weren’t an easy win the last time we met, and it won’t be any different now. I know how much this title means to you. I know what you’ll do to keep it. But you have no idea how much winning it means to me, or what I’m willing to do to take it from you. I have not come as far as I have, suffered what I’ve suffered, to fail now.
He shrugs.
So I won’t.
Battle of Britain III. The Lord Dominicus era ends. The era of the Blood-Reborn begins.